He never paid much attention to the neighbours living on his city block until the day the pretty middle-aged widow moved in two doors down from him. She was plump and dark with sparkling eyes, and she always wore dark gloves on her hands, even indoors.
He went out of his way to meet her, and they often "bumped" into each other in the street and stood talking. One day, as she brushed the hair back from her forehead, he caught a glimpse of gold under the glove on her right arm. She told him that she had lost one hand a few years back and now wore a golden hand in its place.
It's time for me to take revenge! MWAHHHHHHH
He always brought her flowers, took her out etc. And he won her heart. Within a month, they were standing in front of a minister, promising to love one another until death parted them. Within another month, had buried his ailing wife in the local cemetery without her golden hand. It had been so easy. A slow poison, administered daily to resemble a wasting disease. The night after the funeral, he slept with the golden hand under his pillow.
It was a dark night. The wind was whistling down the chimney. He was deeply asleep when the door to his room slammed open with a loud bang and a wild wind whipped around the room, scattering papers and books and clothing and table coverings every which way. He sat up, startled by the sudden noise, and his pulse began to pound when he saw a greenish-white light bobbing slowly into the room.
Before his eyes,the light slowly grew larger, taking on the shape of his dead wife. She was missing one arm. Where is my golden hand? she moaned. Give me my golden hand! The glowing phantom moved closer to him, her once-lovely face twisted into a hideous green mask. You stole my life and you stole my hand. Give me back my golden hand!" the dead wife howled. The phantom pulsed with a strident green light that smote his eyes, making them water.
The hard shape of the golden hand pressed against his back. And then he felt the golden hand twitch underneath him as the green phantom that had been his wife swooped down upon him, pressing his face against the pillow in a suffocating green cloud. The world went black.The next morning, when the housemaid came into the room with her master morning cup of tea,she found him lying dead on the floor, with the golden hand clutched around his throat.